Friday, February 20, 2009
By Train: New York To Connecticut
One thing my sister and I share in common is that we are both readers (neither one of us has ever owned a TV). Above I am reading an article on apoptosis titled "Genetic Control of Programmed Cell Death in the Nematode" (see the little C. elegans in the top right corner of my paper, Dr V?:) Below my sister is taking a break from her reading to check on her daughter. Her paper is on 16th century women's craft production, if I remember correctly. Last week on the train she was reading bell hooks, which is a bit more my speed.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Baby T At The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Above: Big stretch on the changing table. Note the "P is for penguin" shirt, mom loves penguins.
Below: Me and NieceT in the Egyptian gallery.
Below: My sister knew I would love the depictions of birds in the Egyptian gallery (yes, I am that predictable:) but my baby-calming skills failed me once again and I had to hurry through that section. Note to all those who gave advice: in my limited experience, no matter what one does there is little one can do to calm a crying baby who is either hungry or has a dirty diaper. NieceT rarely seems to fuss without a reason so if her diaper isn't dirty and she isn't ready for a nap, then I turn her over to mom for a feeding.
Below: Me and NieceT in the Egyptian gallery.
Below: My sister knew I would love the depictions of birds in the Egyptian gallery (yes, I am that predictable:) but my baby-calming skills failed me once again and I had to hurry through that section. Note to all those who gave advice: in my limited experience, no matter what one does there is little one can do to calm a crying baby who is either hungry or has a dirty diaper. NieceT rarely seems to fuss without a reason so if her diaper isn't dirty and she isn't ready for a nap, then I turn her over to mom for a feeding.
Finally Some Good Yemeni/Yemenite Food & Fond Memories
Above: My sister has no problem reading a menu or eating with her daughter conveniently suspended in a sling.
Below: Tasty Yemeni food:)
Once upon a time (when I was still a teenager), I lived in an insular Yemenite community in Israel. It was an interesting experience-- imagine constantly being referred to as "Ha-Amerikani" (= The American). It would be an understatement to say that I stood out with my light brown hair, fair skin and blue eyes. It would be accurate to say that everyone within twenty blocks knew of my arrival and who I was within 24 hours. (The most common question I got in those first few days was "Who is your husband?" and "Where is your husband?" as no one could quite comprehend why I would be there without a man or that a young woman could move halfway across the world all on her own).
In addition to having an eye-opening cultural experience, improving my Hebrew and learning a fair bit of Arabic, I also became a big fan of Yemenite food, despite a bit of a rough start. My first day in Israel, my host family siblings took advantage of my disorientation (hello jet lag) and poor Hebrew to dupe me into eating a spoonful of schug (mainly ground up hot peppers)-- HARIF (spicy/hot in Hebrew)! I was not amused, despite my penchant for spicy food.
Since then I have often longed to eat a meal of traditional Yemenite food, but alas, no such opportunity has presented itself in California, or even this summer in Washington, DC. Since this is the first time I have spent more than a few hours in New York city, I decided to hunt for a good Yemenite restaurant.
First problem: If you put Yemenite into Yelp or another online restaurant review or guide, it only comes up with Jewish/Israeli Yemenite food. However, Yemeni yields a full set of results.
Second problem: The Yemeni restaurants are in the Brooklyn/Cobble Hill area, quite far from my sister's apartment.
Solution: I decided to try Queen Sheba in Harlem, the only Yemeni restaurant listed outside the main area.
The food was quite good. I had tea, vegetarian shorba, fattah/fateh bread with honey and butter and fasoulia/fassoulia (kidney beans and rice).
I realize that the food I grew accustomed to in Israel is not the regular Yemeni cuisine. For example, the Jewish version of fasoulia is apparently called fasoulia bzait. Who knew?
If I could have any Yemenite food, I would love some jachnun (jachnoon), kubaneh or most of all, matrid. I was able to find recipes for kubaneh and Yemenite chicken soup in The Sephardic Table: The Vibrant Cooking Of The Mediterranean Jews by Pamela Grau Twena, but those are just a few of the recipes I would like to have.
What has eluded me completely, and most frustratingly, is a recipe for a Yemeni yogurt soup that I remember having after my family broke the fast on Yom Kippur and also that my family made for me one time when I was very ill. I could have sworn it was called matrid, but many fruitless searches have turned up nothing under that name. A search for Yemenite yogurt soup on google turns up one recipe for "zom" which sounds similar:
I have no idea why the entire internets haven't generated 1 recipe for yogurt soup. Seriously, this is the best comfort food on earth. spicy, creamy, satisfying. What more could you want? Oh - high in calcium, low in fat.
The book Yemen by Anna Hestler curiously describes "a refreshing green yogurt soup called shafut ("SHA-fuht") made with sour milk mixed with chili beans and herbs, poured over bits of bread." There is also this online recipe for chefout:
I'll have to try some of these recipes out and report back...
Meanwhile, if anyone out there has any suggestions for spicy Yemeni yogurt soup, feel free to post a comment. I imagine getting the flavor and texture right in America is quite challenging, as our dairy products are quite different (and lacking in my humble opinion) compared to the variety and flavors available in the Middle East.
Below: Tasty Yemeni food:)
Once upon a time (when I was still a teenager), I lived in an insular Yemenite community in Israel. It was an interesting experience-- imagine constantly being referred to as "Ha-Amerikani" (= The American). It would be an understatement to say that I stood out with my light brown hair, fair skin and blue eyes. It would be accurate to say that everyone within twenty blocks knew of my arrival and who I was within 24 hours. (The most common question I got in those first few days was "Who is your husband?" and "Where is your husband?" as no one could quite comprehend why I would be there without a man or that a young woman could move halfway across the world all on her own).
In addition to having an eye-opening cultural experience, improving my Hebrew and learning a fair bit of Arabic, I also became a big fan of Yemenite food, despite a bit of a rough start. My first day in Israel, my host family siblings took advantage of my disorientation (hello jet lag) and poor Hebrew to dupe me into eating a spoonful of schug (mainly ground up hot peppers)-- HARIF (spicy/hot in Hebrew)! I was not amused, despite my penchant for spicy food.
Since then I have often longed to eat a meal of traditional Yemenite food, but alas, no such opportunity has presented itself in California, or even this summer in Washington, DC. Since this is the first time I have spent more than a few hours in New York city, I decided to hunt for a good Yemenite restaurant.
First problem: If you put Yemenite into Yelp or another online restaurant review or guide, it only comes up with Jewish/Israeli Yemenite food. However, Yemeni yields a full set of results.
Second problem: The Yemeni restaurants are in the Brooklyn/Cobble Hill area, quite far from my sister's apartment.
Solution: I decided to try Queen Sheba in Harlem, the only Yemeni restaurant listed outside the main area.
The food was quite good. I had tea, vegetarian shorba, fattah/fateh bread with honey and butter and fasoulia/fassoulia (kidney beans and rice).
I realize that the food I grew accustomed to in Israel is not the regular Yemeni cuisine. For example, the Jewish version of fasoulia is apparently called fasoulia bzait. Who knew?
If I could have any Yemenite food, I would love some jachnun (jachnoon), kubaneh or most of all, matrid. I was able to find recipes for kubaneh and Yemenite chicken soup in The Sephardic Table: The Vibrant Cooking Of The Mediterranean Jews by Pamela Grau Twena, but those are just a few of the recipes I would like to have.
What has eluded me completely, and most frustratingly, is a recipe for a Yemeni yogurt soup that I remember having after my family broke the fast on Yom Kippur and also that my family made for me one time when I was very ill. I could have sworn it was called matrid, but many fruitless searches have turned up nothing under that name. A search for Yemenite yogurt soup on google turns up one recipe for "zom" which sounds similar:
I have no idea why the entire internets haven't generated 1 recipe for yogurt soup. Seriously, this is the best comfort food on earth. spicy, creamy, satisfying. What more could you want? Oh - high in calcium, low in fat.
I make it a bit "by ear" but.. you need this for a single serving:
Zom. Yogurt Soup.
2 cups of nonfat yogurt, fat free is fine, by lowfat is smoother
2 tablespoons of flour
water
some sort of spicey stuff - I like yemenite Schug but I suspect that comes from my historical love of the flavor. I bet other hot sauces would work just fine.
Hunks of bread
Mix water with flour in a small pot on the stove until well blended. Turn on stove to medium. Add in yogurt and stir until the yogurt breaks down into a smooth mix. Add small amounts of water to achieve desired consistency. I like it pretty thick - sort of "potato soup" thick. As the mixture warms, add some spicy sauce, to taste. Continue stirring until you achieve a boil and immediately remove from heat. (It's rather prone to burning, strangely).
Pour into bowl. Dip or submerge hunks of "good bread" in it (like giant fresh croutons). Enjoy.
The book Yemen by Anna Hestler curiously describes "a refreshing green yogurt soup called shafut ("SHA-fuht") made with sour milk mixed with chili beans and herbs, poured over bits of bread." There is also this online recipe for chefout:
- 2 pieces flat bread
- 2 tbsp chopped garlic
- 1/2 cup milk
- 2 cups yogurt
- 1-2 hot chilies (or 2 tbsp canned green chilies)
- 3/4 cup coriander leaves
Directions
1) In a blender, finely chop coriander leaves. Add all other ingredients except bread.
2) Put bite size pieces of bread in a bowl and pour over soup mixture. The bread absorbs the sauce and is refreshing.
And last of all, apparently the recently published Flatbreads and Flavors: A Baker's Atlas by Jeffrey Alford and Naomi Duquid includes a recipe for Yemeni yogurt soup.I'll have to try some of these recipes out and report back...
Meanwhile, if anyone out there has any suggestions for spicy Yemeni yogurt soup, feel free to post a comment. I imagine getting the flavor and texture right in America is quite challenging, as our dairy products are quite different (and lacking in my humble opinion) compared to the variety and flavors available in the Middle East.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Out And About With My Niece
Above: My sister, my niece and me overlooking Harlem :)
Below: I seem to be threatening to throw NieceT out the window if she does not stop fussing...
Above: I'm not quite sure what to do to calm a baby except to lift her higher and higher.
Below: My sister outside her apartment building-- notice no coat, it was a relatively warm day.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Cell Fate, Cell Differentiation & Traveling Again
Above: Me in San Jose, all bundled up in preparation for my marathon trip to Cornell. I flew from San Jose, CA to Phoenix, AZ to Charlotte, NC to Philadelphia, PA to Ithaca, NY. It took me almost 24 hours due to delays.
Below: Me in front of the puddle jumper I took in and back from Ithaca. It was a 35-seater. The Thursday that I flew into Ithaca was extremely windy and both my flight into Philadelphia, on a much larger plane, and into Ithaca were pretty bumpy. Oddly enough, I did not feel in the least bit scared or nauseous. It might have had something to do with all the benadryl I took on the overnight flight to Charlotte. I remember thinking groggily, "Oh, a free roller coaster ride." But on that same Thursday a similar, slightly larger propellor plane crashed on the way to Buffalo-- probably due to the high winds-- so everyone in my family who knew where I was got a little worried. As it turns out, my flight was the last flight into Ithaca due to the wind so I was lucky to get there.
Below: Me on the commons in Ithaca. A nice couple was friendly enough to let me hold their 7-week old puppy. Can you tell I am happy after my three days touring the veterinary school?
Although I have done lots of journaling lately, it's been awhile since I've updated this blog. I've been pretty busy, with what it's hard to even remember. As most of you know, the most exciting news in my life is that I got accepted to Cornell's veterinary school. I am thrilled beyond belief (literally-- it took a full week for it to sink in that this was really happening to me after all the time I had dreamed of it). This weekend I went to visit the school. I loved it.
For so long I have worried and wondered about my career path. I wrote in a post this fall:
I was nervous of course, dreading what I call "terminal differentiation" (which is something I picked up in a biology class, meaning when a cell becomes so specialized it can no longer be anything else; the cell loses the ability to change course, reverse direction, perform another function in the body-- the term appealed to me because it sounds so harsh, which is how I feel about specialization). But I knew I couldn't stay a pluripotent stem cell forever...However, I think I know what my path will be. I am now comfortable differentiating, specializing. I know my cell fate. Finally.
And now, I am enjoying a short trip to New York city, to be followed by a visit to Aunt K in Connecticut. Then, it is back to California, where I will immediately get on the road to Davis to tour the veterinary school there.
I am traveling again. On the plane I could hear Dar Williams' song by the same title in my head:
Have I got everything? Am I ready to go?
Is it going to be wild? Is it gonna be the best time?
Or am I just saying s-o-o-o? Am I ready to go?
And I'm afraid, oh, was there any good reason to go
When all I know is I can never come back
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